A Porch Swing

 Perhaps old age is creeping up on me.

Though I typically have enough energy

and am plenty healthy,

I've found that I'm okay with not rushing.

I've never been the Tigger of the group,

and as some of you know

have a preference of Eeyore~

so much more my speed even as a youngster.

We have been on the go a lot lately.

We've had multiple family events,

both joyous and grievous.

All serve as a reminder that life is circular,

and we should revel in each day we are given.

Time at home therefore, has been precious.

Last night as I was looking at the few things left

to be put in the ground,

Hubby asked where the broccoli was.

When I replied that I hadn't planted any,

I was met with that sorrowful expression,

"But I like broccoli."

This morning as I was running errands,

I picked up a six-pack of broccoli plants.

I'm not sure where I will put them,

but I will find a place.

My garden outlook is a little different this year.

I am usually rearing to go by garden season,

but not having a real winter break,

I've been a little slow starting.

As I dig and weed and plant, I also think.

We aren't meant to rush through just to finish,

for a garden is never really finished.

My little apple tree that is maybe 4' tall

has 9 apples on it so I've been watering it well.

The weeds I pulled last week seem to replace themselves

before I make it back through.

Just as we think we are to maintenance mode,

harvest will begin and canning season will ensue.

And this is where that porch swing comes in.

We can produce a masterpiece of a garden~

I said "We" like mine is part of that.

I'm a funny one, am I not?

Regardless of what we've created,

we need to take a moment here and there

to sit and absorb all that we've done.

There is health both in the creation of a garden

and in being emersed in it.

My mock oranges are blooming and smell so sweetly.

The honeysuckle is waning but the hummingbirds

have been enjoying it's blossoms.

I fed the first ripe strawberries to Hubby last night.

They too share their sweet aroma with us,

but we must make that brief pause to appreciate it.

It doesn't take long~

but the benefit gained is remarkable.

I headed into this Monday much more at peace

having spent 2 days mostly barefoot digging in the dirt.

If you are unaware, 

being barefoot in the dirt has its own health benefits.

I will leave you to research that and

won't mention making mud in the bathtub in the evenings.

Whatever you have for a garden,

pour a cup of tea,

take your seat on that porch swing,

and enjoy the beauty of the day.

PS~

I don't have a porch or a swing,

but we have a couple chairs we drag around to the shade.

They serve quite well.

The Way the Wind Blows

 April

They say write about what you know about

thus the title of this post.

There have been some things on my heart and mind lately.

Yes, it is spring,

and I see so many pictures of little sproutlings

wearing that tender green colour.

There is definitely something to the knowing the earth is alive

under the renegade leaves that are still scampering about 

that have been hiding who knows where.

Spring is the time of resurrection or rebirth if you will.

It's almost a relief to begin seeing colours

that the eyes have been hungry for.

I get that, and I feel it too.

Source
I always wonder at what many would call "coincidence."

I have heard or seen in print

"You reap what you sew"

at least a half dozen times just this week.

Maybe it's simply due to being springtime,

but . . . 

I can't help but wonder.

I've also heard the word discernment a lot lately.

It really does make one wonder.

I don't think I've shared, but we've had several things happen

since the new year.

A storm blew threw somewhere in the Christmas to New Year

time frame.

It blew the summer kitchen roof up so everything inside got soaked.

I cleaned everything up and set the furniture pieces

such as shelving and bakers cabinet and harvest table 

up on canning jar rims so they aren't much taller

but up off the wet concrete floor.

That took some doing but was finally done -

all during the cold of January to boot.

This room is like an extension to our house so

that was an event.

It was tarped until the roofers could get to it 

which didn't happen until March.

Our house got a new roof at the same time.

We didn't know that was going to happen until we returned

home from work and there was half a new roof on it.

The summer kitchen was next.  We thought is was just a metal roof

that would be replaced.

Evidently both the house and the summer kitchen 

had three layers of old roofing (so wrong!).

One of the layers of roofing on the summer kitchen turned out

to be probably almost 100 year old asphalt shingles that fell through

the roof boards.

When it's that old, it turns into that crumbled glass-like yuk.

Here, let me show you.

I held it together though I could have cried.

Nobody mentioned that it was there and maybe we'd want to cover things.

So this awful material covered everything.

I took nearly everything out of there and began cleaning.

I can't express how bad it was.  

I had white towels and sheets I use out there and to cover tomatoes

when a frost is predicted etc.

I did 9 loads of laundry (I think) and countless sinkfulls of dishes.

Hubby came home early to help me.

We were both trying to be cautious not to breath it

and mindful of which direction our dust went.

Needless to say it was a bit of an ordeal.

I have a few more things on the harvest table I am hoping

to clean up this weekend.

The good news is that the roof no longer leaks.

Oh, the other thing the wind did was pull up our canopy over

the back sitting area, mangled it and threw it in the front yard.

We no sooner got things cleaned up, and I brought the little green house

into the house to start the early seeds.

We've mowed the lawn twice and have been starting

to prepare the beds for the upcoming plantings.

I was telling a friend,

I'm not quite as antsy for garden season this year,

but I think it's because we didn't really get a relaxing winter

by the fire sipping a hot drink while leisurely reading something pleasant. (Haha)

And now we head into the busy season.

Through all of this, I've cleaned and continued to organize and declutter.

I've tried to remember what's important and that this has all been

a bit of a hiccup.

In truth, I didn't handle it all with grace and ease.

There were other things that tipped the scales a time or two.

I think it's called life.

We are all a work in progress and I'm no different.

Like I said above, that word discernment keeps finding its way to my ears.

Focusing on what really matters has been (yet another) 

good lesson for me.

A mess to clean up is not fun by any means,

but set that next to what many others might be facing

and I'm sure they'd trade me in a heartbeat.

I get it.

But I do have to say, I'm glad to say it's behind us.

We still haven't decided what we will do for a canopy,

but that too will get figured out.

I'm thankful nothing was "really" damaged,

we are well, have plenty to eat, a new roof over our heads,

and we have folks who care about us.

That's what's really important.

Source

May

And so. 

About the time I finished writing the above, 

we dealt with an unexpected death in the family.

We've had plenty of seat time over the past few weeks.

We attended the service which was good

but extremely sad, only 41 years old.

Then the following weekend a grand-niece's second birthday.

That was joyous - again plenty of seat time,

but at least it was a happy event.

The circle of life is such a wild ride at times.

I do apologize for the lapse in posts.

My heart's just not been in it.

We now have the garden started so are plenty busy.

I'm sorry also that this post is so scattered,

but that's about how my brain is working.

I hope you are all feeling blessed.

If you have folks who are or have been a positive influence

in your life, I'd like to encourage you to tell them so.

Tomorrow is not guarantied.

Enjoy this spring day we've been granted.

 

Being Dormant

 If you look out in the garden right now,

unless you live somewhere very warm,

you probably see very little in the way of growth.

Now not to get too deep, 

but if you look inward,

it's probably quite similar.

We tend to go and go and go.

Busy, busy, busy.

Many don't give this much thought, 

but we need down time.

February is that time.

It's a time for us to be inside:

both in our homes because it's so cold out,

and in our souls.

I'm not a certified anything,

but I would venture to say,

"We need periods of dormancy if we are to grow."

It's part of the natural cycle of things.

I've seen quite a few folks showing pictures of their

little sproutlings getting ready for the garden.

While I do love seeing them and

I too have been looking at my seeds and planning,

there is a part of me that thinks,

"Wait, I'm not ready yet."

I need this time of dormancy.

The quiet before I get going with the daily chores

associated with taking care of baby plants

as they grow from infancy in their trays and pots

to graduating into the ground to later be harvested.

This isn't a very long post, 

and I think I'm writing it mostly for my own well-being,

but if you're not quite ready for the activities

and bustle of spring,

there is at least one other person out here.

I know by March, I will be ready.

But for now,

I'll stay within.

 

~*It Usually Works Out*~

Well, the New Year is already a month in.

How does that happen so quickly?

I would like to share a quirky little story

about something that happened to me recently.

~For any of those who are feeling stressed

or in doubt about a pressing matter

or uncertain about a decision to be made.~

I know that's a lot, but I do feel that many folks are struggling

with abnormal levels of pressure lately.

I will even name the incident.

The Spud Basket Incident

Shortly before Christmas, I was in a local thrift shop

looking for something particular.

While there, I saw this wonderfully made, nice quality

and very large basket.

It was probably three feet tall and almost as big around.

It was in great condition and the kicker was,

it was marked at $17.

Wowza!

I wasn't there for a basket.

The first thing that comes to mind with a basket of that size,

of course is a laundry basket.

I already have very nice laundry baskets

that I very much appreciate.

I walked away from that basket.

It wasn't something I needed at the time, and I couldn't think of 

an immediate use for it.

(first strike)

Now that basket sorta haunted my mind for a day or two.

It really was remarkable and a great bargain.

I decided to give it to God as the saying goes.

I thought finally what a nice potato basket it would be.

How many spuds could a basket that size hold?

How many spuds do we eat each year?

That seems like a lot of spuds.

Where could I put a basket of spuds that size?

With spuds in mind, I thought if I went back and it was there,

I would get it.

If it wasn't there, then I wasn't meant to have it at this time.

So Monday morning, I went back.

That's when I discovered they were closed on Mondays.

At that point, I counted it as a second strike.

I went back again on Tuesday.

You can probably guess by now, the basket was gone.

(Strike three)

I knew it was fine and accepted that I wasn't meant to have it.

But to be quite honest,

I was pretty deflated.

Yes, I know.

It sounds absolutely ridiculous - it's just a basket after all.

Go ahead and roll your eyes - I understand.

However, the idea of a basket for our spuds still lingered.

I went about preparing for Christmas.

As I was walking in the spare room for some wrapping paper one day,

I saw it.

You might as well roll your eyes again because here it is.

I had a basket.

Wait. . . what?

It's sturdy with a wire frame and well made.

It has handles for moving and is a much more realistic size.

My mom had given me my baby blankets and clothes

and not knowing what to do with them,

I stuffed them in the basket.

I had purchased the basket because it was so sturdy and a good price.

(Yes, I evidently have a weakness for good baskets.)

I dumped those blankets on the spare bed to deal with later

and examined the basket.

It was perfect!

I didn't have time to make a proper liner for it right then 

as we were heading right into Christmas with plenty to do on that front.

But I did get to it shortly thereafter.

I made a liner of a good quality muslin.

I've not yet made a "lid" or cover for the top,

but I have our spuds in their basket and use them as needed.

It's working wonderfully.

Had I caved and bought that giant basket on impulse,

I would have a great big basket with a small amount of spuds in the bottom

or be tripping on it in our little house, or who knows what else.

It was a really good reminder of how 

even if I want something and don't get it - 

something else better is apt to show itself.

See, it's really not about a basket.

I needed the reminder,

because like many others,

I've had stresses weighing on me too.

That silly spud basket lifted a little weight from my shoulders

by knowing I don't have to have everything figured out all the time.

Trusting that it will all work out is often easier said than done.

Whatever giant basket is haunting your mind,

just know something better will present itself

and that it usually works out.

And with that,

I hope, dear friends, you have a splendid day~